[Verse 1] Lately my hands don’t move like they used to, Morning comes slow, and so do I. I keep losing track of where the time went, Blink twice and a decade drifts by. My knees talk back when the weather changes, Old scars hum like an out-of-tune chord. Every wrinkle’s a story I never planned on, Every tear something I can’t ignore. ⸻ [Hook] I’m playing life on broken strings, Notes fall flat, but the song still sings. I’ve been bending with the wind so long, I forgot the shape I started on. I’m getting older, not always wise, Carrying years behind my eyes. I’m falling apart, but still I try— Broken strings can still get by. ⸻ [Verse 2] I miss the nights I didn’t feel tired, Running on hope and cheap cigarettes. Now I pace myself through simple moments, Catch my breath on things I once forget. Friends drift off like leaves in winter, Names fade slow, then disappear. I keep a smile for the ones still with me, Even when the truth tastes like fear. ⸻ [Hook] I’m playing life on broken strings, Notes fall flat, but the song still sings. I’ve been bending with the wind so long, I forgot the shape I started on. ⸻ [Bridge] I’m learning to love the cracks I carry, Each one earned, each one mine. The body slips, the heart gets heavy, But the soul keeps walking the line. ⸻ [Final Verse / Outro] So here I stand in a room of echoes, Trying to tune what time unmade. If I shake a little, if my voice breaks— That’s just the price of the life I played. Broken strings and all these years, Still making music out of fears. And if the song comes out undone— At least it’s mine when all is done.
